Mission Mission

This week on I Heart Street Art, we meet four real live street artists, and they each talk about their reasons for embracing such a controversial activity. Steve Rotman introduced the panel saying something about civic pride, and I must say, for better or worse, and with full knowledge of gray area, I feel a strong sense of civic pride looking at the stuff these guys make:

I Heart Street Art: Why Do You Make Street Art?

Says reader Chris L., pointing us toward this Craigslist ad and adding, “ps. Can I borrow 15 million dollars?” Unlikely, Chris, but it does raise the question: Who are what is going to pony up such a chunk of change? And what all could you do with it, and what would become of the pimps and hos holding court out front?

Johnny0 went to town on my mom’s art final, extracting and splicing until he came up with some epic PNGs. See the whole things here.

Now who’s working on the Dulay/Möbius mashup?

Sexpigeon deems this note genuine. See why here.

Reader Winslow has some questions:

I was walking by that firehouse on nineteenth and (Van Ness, right?) and saw this on the stump of the telephone pole next to a full-size phone pole. (Always thought that was a very suspicious stump of a phone pole to begin with.) Is this that same shitty kitty man you posted about a few weeks ago? What’s he got against Spain?

It’s the same shitty kitty man I think, and maybe what he’s got against Spain is that he’s about to get gored. Telephone or Soup, please confirm.

Previously:

Shitty Kitty

Jen got in touch on Thursday with the news that her stolen bike had shown up for sale on Craigslist. Over the weekend, she got it back, with a little help from the SFPD:

I don’t want to post the whole story – and I know this is a letdown if you’ve followed this saga so far – because it was a truly beautifully organized operation that went down, and I don’t want to compromise that security for future operations. I had no idea they actually operated like this and even now that I’ve been a part of it, it’s insane to believe that it happened. The two brilliant, wonderful SFPD officers we met at Weird Fish were bike people. We talked components, we talked frame, I talked so much that they eventually laughed and told me that I could stop because they had long believed me. So the details are going to be left out, but here’s the jist:

Getting your stolen bike back, San Francisco style

After all this week’s talk of down moms, I figured I’d say something about my down mom. The above image is a screen shot from a video I posted last Mother’s Day. But I figure some of you might’ve missed it, so we’ll look at it again.

In the video, my mom shares this rad final project she’d made in college, and in the accompanying text you get some historical background as to part of maybe why I love the Mission so much. Happy Mother’s Day! Link.

If you bring your mom. Creme Brulee Cart says the fun starts at 3pm. Link.

Ariel just got a fun email from his mom (that’s right, his mom):

Waiting to cross at Valencia on 16th heading east, a guy pulls up on a bicycle, sprays a dark green dot over some other colors on the curb over the sewer, and then dropped a 2″ X 1″ filled (don’t know with what) baggy into the sewer.  A middle ageish white guy with a vest with day glow stripes.  Who dat? What’s he up to?  On my way, I noticed all the sewer curbs had dark green dots over other colors.  So very curious.

(Emphasis mine.) Thanks, Ariel! Thanks, Ariel’s mom! Link.

Previously:

Orange Yam Dead Drop

Tonight’s edition of Literary Death Match features guest judge Eve Batey, editor and publisher of the SF Appeal.

Eve was an early supporter of Mission Mission, and she’s been instrumental in its continued success, providing us with lots of free advice, journalism lessons, legal counsel, and a shoulder to cry on when times got tough. Thanks forever for everything, Eve.

She’s also got a mouth on her you wouldn’t believe, and a fiery temper to match. And poor impulse control. So it’ll be fun to see her on stage, ripping some poor poet to shreds.

The fun starts early: 6:30PM at Elbo Room, $5.

Photo by Sarah Hromack.

Previously:

Bright Lights at the Elbo Room

Interview with LDM’s Todd Zuniga

LDM at Amnesia